I can imagine
the pleasure domes of Xanadu
where spires of stone
in unbroken air
and a sea of green
are not palaces to kings and queens
but gathering places for everyone
in the evening breeze
after a day of work in field and forest,
where each exchanges
what each has learned or harvested
from undiminished rays of sun
falling on this mote in space
we call the earth.



			Brandywine
			4/6/98